Groups of neatly groomed troops were advancing towards Gaoyou in columns, and the military flags waving in the wind were thin and resolute faces, and their steps were sonorous and powerful.

Although the cotton uniforms on the officers and men were sewn and re-dyed with devils and puppet uniforms, they were neatly worn on the guerrilla officers and men, which set off their heroic momentum.

The energetic military appearance, the 38 rifles, the infantry guns drawn by the horse, and the light and heavy machine guns on the shoulders showed that they were well-equipped.

If it weren't for the youthful faces of these officers and soldiers, Luo Feng, the acting company commander who was squatting under a leeward wall in tattered clothes, would have mistakenly thought that it was a regular army passing in front of him.

However, the fluttering flag let Luo Feng know that this was not a regular army, but a guerrilla force like them, but Luo Feng was also very shocked that a guerrilla force was so well equipped.

You must know that there are dozens of guerrilla units in northern Jiangsu alone, the Loyal and Righteous National Salvation Army, and the Security Brigade in the northern and central parts of Jiangsu, and most of the troops have no equipment, not to mention food.

And the guerrilla force in front of him who went south from northern Jiangsu was not only able to eat, but also had so many Japanese-style weapons and equipment, which made Luo Feng, the acting company commander of the first guerrilla force, very red-eyed.

Looking at these high-morale troops in front of him walking all the way in front of him, and then looking at his blood-stained and tattered military uniform, Luo Feng's heart was not good.

Luo Feng and the others were almost given dumplings by the puppet army on the search mission, but fortunately they were rescued by the Flame Special Operations Brigade under Yang Ling.

And after the Flame Special Operations Brigade rescued Luo Feng and the others, they just left them some fried rice and medicine, and left in a hurry, because their advance force to the south still had a task.

Now Luo Feng and the other five or six survivors of the First Route Guerrilla Force are all sitting under the wall of the street covered in scars, extremely weak, and their wounds are festering.

When Luo Feng and the others broke through to this village, there were still more than 30 brothers, but unfortunately, after the puppet army that surrounded them, there were less than ten survivors, which can be described as a heavy loss.

More importantly, they now had nowhere to go, and as their troops were scattered, and now in the area behind enemy lines that had fallen, the Japanese puppet army was arrogant and domineering, and plainclothes traitors were rampant, and he knew that once they fell into the hands of these people, they would never survive.

The sun was covered by cold and heavy clouds, and the cold wind hit along the street, making Luo Feng, who was covered in tattered clothes, shiver.

He looked back and saw a few of the frail surviving brothers, and although he wanted to plead to join the guerrilla force in front of him, he still had no bottom in his heart.

If they were intact and had combat effectiveness, he would have been able to join this force with complete certainty, but unfortunately, they were now covered in scars, and no army would ask for such a burden from them.

Because in order to restore their combat effectiveness, not only do they need to consume medicines, but they also need people to take care of them, which is a very loss-making business, and no army will accept them so stupidly, at most give them some food and let them go to their own troops.

This is also the most feared place for most of the lightly and seriously wounded who are scattered on the battlefield, they are not afraid of a bloody battle with the little devils, and what they are most afraid of is being abandoned after being injured and finally dying in pain and torture.

There was a crisp sound of horses' hooves, and Luo Feng looked up, and more than a dozen sturdy and cold-eyed cavalrymen surrounded an officer with a thin and cold face and galloped along the street.

Luo Feng was also a veteran who crawled out of the pile of dead, his pupils shrank, and at a glance, he knew that the more than ten cavalrymen around the officer in the soldier's uniform were all veterans who had survived a hundred battles.

The cold eyes and the vaguely exuding murderous aura are not something that a recruit can have, it is a kind of fierce aura that can only be had after killing enough people.

And this cavalry team of more than ten people is Yang Ling and his guards, the headquarters of the corps is still behind, Yang Ling lightly armed Jane took the first step and rushed to Gaoyou, he also saw Luo Feng and others scattered under the broken wall.

Seeing the miserable situation of Luo Feng and the others, Yang Ling frowned slightly, he didn't expect Gao You to fight so badly, but his speed did not decrease, because he had already received the report and knew the identity of Luo Feng and the others.

As the commander of the First Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu, he naturally did not need to personally settle Luo Feng and other scattered stragglers, he had already ordered the people of the reception team and the medical team to be responsible for settling these scattered stragglers and wounded soldiers.

But just as Yang Ling and the others were still more than ten steps away from Luo Feng and the others, and were about to cross them, Luo Feng suddenly stood up from under the broken wall, quickly ran to the horse team, and blocked the horse team's path.

"Alert!"

Seeing Luo Feng's abnormal movements, Yang Ling's guard squad leader looked awe-inspired, hurriedly reined in the reins, pulled out the shell gun on his waist, and put it on fire.

And the guards behind him quickly guarded Yang Ling, who was wearing a soldier's regular uniform, in the middle, and drew their guns one after another, looking around as if facing a great enemy, worried about encountering an ambush.

And the infantry brothers who were passing by a platoon of Yang Ling and them also reacted extremely quickly, only hearing the sound of cheering, and before Luo Feng could react, the muzzles of at least ten rifles were pressed against his body.

Luo Feng was about to speak, someone knocked him over with the butt of a gun, and then someone twisted his arms and pressed him to the ground, and the scarred brothers behind him were also surrounded by guns.

At present, Yang Ling is the commander of the First Anti-Japanese Guerrilla Corps in Northern Jiangsu, and although he still holds the rank of colonel, his security work has been further enhanced.

After all, the enemy's special activities in the occupied areas were very rampant, and they also frequently attacked the heads of various units in an attempt to paralyze the combat effectiveness of the troops.

Now these guards and brothers around Yang Ling are all elite in a hundred battles, although Yang Ling feels that such a high-intensity security work is a bit excessive, but he can't resist the opposition of the officers under him, so he can only let it be protected.

Luo Feng was pressed to the ground and ate a mouth full of soil, almost without breathing, and the wounds all over his body were also painful in the violent movements.

"You are from that unit, what do you want to do to intercept us?!"

After making sure that Luo Feng had no weapons on his body, he was quickly set up from the ground, and the guard squad leader stepped forward to interrogate him seriously.

After Luo Feng turned his head and spit out the mud in his mouth, he grinned a little in pain and said, "Can you loosen it a little, it hurts." ”

Luo Feng fought with the little devil under Gaoyou City, and he was covered in blood, although it had coagulated into a blood scab, but now it has collapsed again.

Seeing that Luo Feng was really in pain, and then looking at the dirty and torn military uniform on his body, the guard squad leader gestured with his eyes, and the two brothers who were holding him were slightly relieved.

"I am Luo Feng, the acting company commander under the command of General Ma Yuren, the commander of the first guerrilla army, our troops are finished, and our brothers have nowhere to go, so I ask the commander to take them in!" Luo Feng's gaze passed through the few guards blocking him and fell on Yang Ling, who was sitting on a horse.

Although Yang Ling was only wearing a soldier's uniform, his calm momentum was not comparable to that of a small soldier, and Luo Feng still had this eyesight.